This is it. The big closer. This song is the reason I needed to make the record. It is the resolution to the arc of my internal story for the whole diatribe of tunes (it is a concept album after all). All the other pieces play a part in working their way to this conclusion.

Colors of the Sky 5:34

I sit down and drink my coffee
I start to write and think
I swallow cool sips of water
I feel the rain begin

Small birds are drifting lightly
On air that seems so thin
I can feel it like soft paper
Brushing against my skin

A brown dog pays attention
To every little thing
And patrons sit politely
Until their cell phone rings

Oh they’re passing by
The colors of the sky
Oh they’re passing by
My soul’s on fire

I’m typing on my laptop
Writing down my dreams
Like painting tiny landscapes
That no one ever sees
I wonder where they’re headed
Where all the people go
Commotion on the sidewalk
Builds throughout the day
Erasing all the silence
The signal fades away

Oh they’re passing by
The colors of the sky
Oh they’re passing by
My soul’s on fire

I sit and count my blessings
And pray for inner peace
When I look at all the good things
It takes me to my knees
I hear the distant voices
Like a chorus from above
I finally get the message
At last I feel the love